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okay so iâve been having some hyuck feels lately so leTâS GET STARTED SHALL WE OHOHOHO
so you and haechannie have been dating for about 6 months???? yeah letâs go with that
and your relationship is not that different compared to when you were friends
he still teases you like the little mischievous kid he is
and you guys still playfully bicker with each other, place bets, etc
thereâs just a little more skinship now
and a little more blushing
and kisses
and all that lovey-dovey jazz
this includes, you guessed it,
dates!!! wow what a shocker, itâs not like itâs in the title or anythingâŚ
so one day you were like
âhey hyuck, can we go to an arcade?? uwuâ
and you looked so cute so haechan couldnât say no
on the outside he looked really excited but on the inside, ohoho
o shoot iâm not good at arcade gamES WHAT DO I DO?????? MY LUCK IS CURSED
((heâs worrying bc this little bean just wants to impress you, okay))
so depending on how far the arcade is, you guys either walk or drive there (ugh omg imagine driver!haechan wOW that makes my heart go boom boom)
so you get there and buy tokens and all that jazz
and you guys go wild
but the problem is-
youâre winning almost all the games
shooting games??? youâre killing more than half of the monsters and hyuck is just trying to find where his gun is pointing at (lmao literally me)
cue hyuck saying, âbut...i play overwatch!!!â
skee ball??? youâre getting all the 100s
air hockey??? you pull some fast ones on him and leave him dumbfounded
games based on pure luck??? youâre getting 500 tickets while hyuck receives 50
the only thing he beats you at is basketball (but the highest score belongs to chenle)
even though hyuck knows that itâs all for fun, he canât help but be a little sad
so does a little cute pout and demands like 1000000 rematches
but then youâre finally like, âbabe...why donât we try some other games??â
so you try the rhythm games (like dance dance revolution, taiko no tatsujin, and guitar hero)
and man, hyuck is good
he plays these games like a pro (almost as if he was an idol or something hMMMM)
and heâs getting so immersed in the game (oof imagine hyuckâs concentrated face...makes you feel some type of way doesnât it)
youâre in the back cheering for him bc after dancing to one song you felt like you ran a mile
neOWA NAN ZERO MILE!!
okay whoops sorry
anyways, hyuck was so immersed in the game that he might have not seen you eye this cute plushie in the claw machine
oh, but he did notice
after playing a couple more games, hyuck asked you if there was anything else you wanted to play
you really wanted to try the claw machine but you knew that it was gonna waste your money, and the plushie was in a really tough spot
side note: this plushie was like the cutest thing youâve ever seen, like one of those japanese amuse plushies
cuter than jisung pwark if i dare say so myself
anyways, you guys made your way to the prize area
and you were in awe with all the cool prizes
you couldnât decide if you wanted a board game, two cute matching headbands for you and hyuck, a bag full of candy, a collectable figurine, or an inflatable pastel beach ball
side note pt. 2: oof arcades need to step it up with their prizes tbh bc i am not gonna spend half of my tickets on a damn SLINKY
hyuck saw you browsing and realized that it was his chance
âumm hey y/n i need to go to the bathroom really quickly so iâll be right back yeah??â
âoh okay sure!!â
so once he was out of your sight he dASHES REAL QUICC
to the claw machine ;)
he pulls out tokens that heâs been secretly saving
and he goes HAM on that claw machine
lowkey wants to tear out his hair and start sobbing bc heâs almost out of tokens (this dramatic little nugget i swear-)
he even gives away some of all of his tickets to people so they give him tokens in return
we love a determined and loyal boyfriend!
whatâs going on in hyuckâs mind: oh my gODHSKSSDJKD CAN YOU HURRY UP AND WIN THE DAMN PLUSHIE ALREADY, ITâS BEEN 10 MINS, Y/NâS GONNA THINK THAT YOU DITCHED HER/HIM
in reality you were still trying to decide what prizes to get and forgot that haechan went to the âbathroomâ
it wasnât until 15 mins passed that you were like:
hmm if only i had more tickets...can i borrow some from hyuck?? hey hyuck can i have some of your- o wait where tf are you
conveniently thatâs when hyuck comes back!! with the plushie stuffed inside his hoodie lmAO yeah he didnât really think that part through
the minute he finally got the plushie he collapsed on the floor hugging it, cry-laughing out of joy
by that point he gained a little audience and they were clapping for him
âitâs for my girlfriend/boyfriendâŚâ he mumbled cutely
cue the âawwâ and uwus coming from the people watching him
anyways back to the present!
you: âhaechan, you look like a dork right now. where did all your tickets go? you werenât even at the prize booth??? what the hell is in your-â
hyuck pulls out the plushie with the biggest, cutest smile on his face
youâre wide-eyed and left in awe
âbaby...how did you even know that i wanted that?â
âi saw the way you looked at it. you look at food the same exact way.â
you giggle and punch him on the arm
but right after, you pull him into the biggest hug and kiss him on the cheek
âthank you for being the best boyfriend i could ever ask for.â
hyuck is feeling like a CHAMP
confidence [BOOSTED]
soft hours [OPENED]
smile [BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN] but...he is the sun
you use your tickets to buy matching headbands, hyuckâs favorite candy, and an adorable plushie for him as well
wow youâre a pretty good s/o if i say so myself !!!
you guys leave the arcade with your hands interlocked and the huge ass smiles plastered on both of your faces
uHHHH, and thatâs a huGE ASS SMILE
did i really just turn âlong ass rideâ into something wholesome?? iâm the worst
on your way home you tell hyuck that you feel bad bc he spent money on tokens and ended up not even getting a good prize
weeee since we've officially become mutuals here's a lot of hearts and love for you!!!: đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
oh my goodness iâm so thankful to have met someone so caring ;-; and youâre a jeno stan hehehe.
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synopsis: she couldnât live for a solid 10 minutes without experiencing a migraine, and no one knew about her odd condition, assuming she was a quiet girl who continuously spaced out in class. a certain boyâs voice was the only thing that day that brought her peace. a story of an innocent first love.
chromesthesia - a condition in which one experiences color immediately after hearing specific sounds
âY/NâŚY/N!!â
Y/Nâs head quickly turned from looking out the classroom window to her best friendâs face. The vibrant, quick stroke of magenta that passed her vision was not pleasant, and she definitely didnât want to see it again.
âH-heyâŚâ she spoke, timidly, âwhatâs up?âÂ
âI was just going to ask you if you had anything planned after school. The other class rep is a butthead who doesnât get crap done, if he even shows up in the first place. Weâre scheduled to help staple some handouts together.â Y/Nâs best friend huffed in frustration as she glanced over to the other class rep being reckless, but then turned back to Y/N, flashing a smile.
Y/N was used to seeing the little fluffs of magenta that floated around her best friend. It made her feel warm inside, just like when they were little and Y/N was unaware of her condition. Even though her condition kinda sucked when the setting was noisy (donât even get started on the class chalkboard), and even though those noises evoked a variety of colors she didnât like and many headaches, she thought it was kinda cool to see colors, and to have a specific color for each sound she heard.
Except, no one else thought it was cool, because she never told anyone.
The soft green haze of chirping birds and rustling leaves. The warm undertone of yellow when she flipped to the next page of a book she found in the library. The strong but gentle rainbow that came to her vision when specific keys were pressed as she played her favorite song on the piano. Her best friendâs cheerful magenta, her motherâs comforting sky blue. Those were all colors that she came to love and be comfortable with.
The bell rung for lunch, resulting in a bright, geometrical blocks of chartreuse covering her vision. You know how I also mentioned colors she didnât like? That was one of them.
âIâm free after school! My mom isnât coming home until 5:30.â
âGreat! Yâknow, I have no idea how he was chosen for class rep. Look at him! What an absolute dic-âÂ
âHey,â Y/N let out a chuckle, âNo need for crudeness.â
âSorry about that, I got a little fierce there, didnât I?â her best friend responded, âBy the way, are you okay? Iâve known you for years to know that youâre naturally quiet, but you just a littleâŚtoo quiet today.âÂ
Yeah, thatâs because we have the noisiest science class and a bell every forty-five minutes doesnât help. Also, I hate chartreuse. Thatâs what she wanted to say, but stuck with, âOh just a little tired today. I was trying to get ahead on the project last night.âÂ
âI see. Letâs eat, shall we?â
After experiencing at least 5 other bursts of chartreuse (or as Y/N calls it, 5 bursts of yellow-green hell), the school day had finally came to a close. Y/N and her best friend met up in the student council room to staple papers together.
It was around 4:00 when they finished, and Y/Nâs best friend had to leave.
âBye, Y/N!! Itâs weird weâre not walking together today. You sure you wanna stay here?â
Reassuringly, Y/N replies, âItâs no problem. I want to check out some books in the library.â
Y/Nâs best friend smiles at her again, âAlrighty! Donât stay too late, you donât want your mom to worry.â
They wave goodbye, and Y/N is left alone in the hall.
She sighs. Finally, Y/N thought, I love her and school and all, but itâs finally quietâŚ
As she walked to the library, a bright red fogged her vision. It was light so that she can see where she was going, but it was also unfamiliar to her.
âWhatâŚwhat is this?â Y/N quietly said to herself, stopping in her tracks. She had never seen this color before at school.
In the opposite direction of the library, she can hear a boy singing. She couldnât make out what he was singing, but anyone can tell that the voice was beautiful. Unaware to her brain yet, her body started moving, turning her back to the way of the library and following the boyâs voice. She found herself moving quietly but fast. What am I doing?! I shouldnât be prying into someoneâs business. Although thatâs what her brain said, her feet opposed.
The red had became stronger and stronger as she made her way to the music room. She stopped at the door that was slightly ajar, and listened.
The boy was singing a song she had never heard of. Maybe he wrote it. Either way, his voice was marvelous. It was a loud voice, but also a gentle, smooth one. The color she was continuously seeing reflected his voice as well. The red was not strong as in overbearing, but more of a vibrant red. It didnât cloud her vision as to blind her, but stayed near her peripheral, giving her a sense of comfort and support. It was a color and shape combination that she had never seen before, but she loved it.
Before she knew it, the boy finished singing and noticed her in front of the door.
âH-hello? Do you need something?â
Y/N looked up. The red had subsided into a softer one, but it never left. As she expected, his talking voice, although much deeper, was nice too.
âI-Iâm sorry! I was just heading to the library-â Idiot! The library was the other way! Y/N paused, then continued, âbut I heard your voice, so I came. You sing beautifully.â
The shy boyâs cheeks slowly reddened. It was the same red she just saw.
âThanksâŚâ he looked down, scratching his neck, âyouâre really direct, you know. Come in.â He chuckled.Â
Y/N slowly opened the door more so she was able to walk in.
âIâve seen you beforeâŚyouâre Y/N, right? Iâm Jungkook. Weâre in the same grade but it looks like we donât have classes together.â
âI guess we donât.â Silence ensued. Man, this is awkward. What do I say now?
âI, um,â Y/N spoke up, âI have played the piano at school before. You might have seen me.âÂ
Jungkook smiled, showing teeth that resembled a bunny. The more Y/N looked at him, the more she thought he was so, so cute. He was tall and had black hair that went to cover his eyebrows. He wore his uniform casually with the collar of the shirt unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. The black school uniform tie still worn properly. Cute and has a good voice? Was he just fated to have everything good?
âThatâs where I saw you!â Jungkook spoke up, his voice going from quiet to a more casual volume, âYou were really good.â
The two talked more, becoming more comfortable with each other. Y/N heard Jungkook sing again, resulting in more red to come into her sight.
âIâm sorry Jungkook, but I think I have to leave. My mom will be coming home soon.â Y/N worriedly said as she checked her watch.
âItâs all good. Can we maybeâŚâ Jungkook looked down, becoming bashful, âtalk again? I want to get to know you better. Iâm always here in the music room after school. We can always chat here, i-if thatâs okay with you!â
âYeahâŚthatâd be great!â Y/N smiled before waving goodbye and leaving.
Jungkook wasnât able to practice anymore without picturing Y/Nâs smile. After singing a couple of songs, his face went red as he kept picturing her face, voice, and frame.
âWhat the heckâŚwhy is she so cute?!â
In a span of a month, they continued to talk with each other after school. There were times where both or one of them had to leave early, and of course they needed to make time with their friends, but there wasnât a day where they didnât at least greet each other or text each other. Y/N learned so much about Jungkook, such as how he also dances, likes white t-shirts, Timberland boots, and ripped jeans, and plays Overwatch. Their friends were able to get along with each other and they were all able to have a great time together.
However, as time went by, Y/N and Jungkook started to act differently when they were together. Unknown to each other, their presence and even just the mention of the other person from their friends caused both of them to have a rapid heartbeat and a subtle blush on their faces. Despite this and the fact that she gained more friends, Y/N never thought of telling anyone about her condition.
Until one day, when she was in the music room, listening to Jungkook sing again.
The two were usually comfortable in each otherâs presence, but today just seemed, awkward.Â
When Jungkook finished singing, Y/N gave him a small applause. Jungkook smiled and turned to shuffle through his music papers and song sheets.
Suddenly, the sounds of ruffling papers stopped.
âY/N.â
âYes?â
âDonât you thinkâŚâ Jungkook kept his back to her, âthat weâve been a little awkward together? I canât really say why.â
Y/N couldnât help but agree, but she couldnât bring herself to say it. Maybe it was better to keep quiet. Should she tell him about it? Would that close whatever gap that has formed between them?
âJungkook,â she called quietly, âcan I tell you something?â
Jungkook turned around and sat criss-crossed in front of her. They were both now on the floor in the center of the music room, facing each other.
âGo ahead.â
âI have this condition where I see color whenever I hear certain sounds.â
Y/N then proceeded to tell him everything. About why she always hung out in the schoolâs garden and the library. About which colors and sounds were her favorites. About which that werenât. About all the migraines sheâs experienced. About why she spaces out in class. About why her grades werenât always the best. About why she hated her science class sometimes. Her condition wasnât a big deal, but why was her voice quivering as she told him, and why couldnât she look him in the eye? After all, it was rare and not life threatening. Why would he care?
âSorry, Iâve never told anyone before.â Y/N finished, looking at the ground.
âItâs okay. I just didnât know you had to endure all of that by yourself. It must be hard perceiving the world like that.â
âItâs fine. I didnât think you would believe me.â Y/N let out a nervous laugh.
âWhy wouldnât I? Youâre such a genuine, honest person. I was wondering, thoughâŚâ
Jungkook grabbed Y/Nâs hands. Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting to see his beautiful, brown doe-eyes. She would have never thought to be so close to Jungkook.
ââŚWhat color am I?â
Y/Nâs mouth was sealed shut. It was already nerve wracking to be telling all of this to a boy she met only a month ago, but for him now to be so close to her, his warm hands intertwined with hers.Â
âY/N, do I not have one?â
No, no no no. She thought. You do have one! Itâs one Iâve never seen from a sound before. I just canât put it into words.
âAm I not special in your mind?â
No, you are special!
âAm I not as special to you as you are to me?â
What?
Y/Nâs eyes widened.
âY/N, I know itâs only been a month since weâve met, but Iâve fallen hard for you. I love everything about you. Your quirky habits and hobbies, and your smile. Oh man. I donât know what itâs like to be in love, but I love your smile.â
Y/N was speechless. She wanted to tell him so much, but she was just so in awe that she couldnât. Jungkook lowered his head to look at her hands.
No more words were said by him. It was just silence. Yet, Y/N can still see his color fog up her vision.
âIâm sorry,â Jungkook quietly said, âI messed up, didnât I? You just told me something that you had never told anyone, and then I just confessed to you. I just took advantage of the situation. Why was I expecting you to feel the same?â
Y/Nâs mouth was slightly open. Please, she begged to herself, please just tell him something. Donât just let him walk away. Nothing he just said was true. I do feel the same!
âI have to go. Iâll see you later.â
With that, Jungkook took his bag and stood up. The warmth of his hands disappeared. He quietly opened the door and left, closing it.Â
Y/N was left alone on the floor of the music room. Her hands were still open, as if she was wishing for someone to grasp them. Her eyes saw no red, but she was wishing that they did.Â
She started to cry.
âYouâre such a fool, why couldnât you say something?â She whispered to herself, her breathing shaky and uneven. Y/N couldnât move, she was stuck on the floor, but she somehow got the energy to pull herself up, becoming dizzy for a moment.
He canât be that far, can he?
Y/N grabbed her bag, quickly opened the door, left the music room, and ran. She went to the main entrance, determined to tell Jungkook what she wasnât able to.
Y/N came to a stop at the front door of her school and saw Jungkook at the bottom of the stairs. She started to freeze again, her brain being unable to process what was going on, but she realized that he was going to be out of her sight at any moment. Y/N ran to the top of the stairs where Jungkook became more visible to her, and with as much strength in her voice that she can muster up, she yelled,
âRED!!â
Jungkook heard this, turning around. He was shocked to see Y/N at the top of the stairs, her face flushed and panting, her nose red and eyes watery. She was crying?
ââŚRed?âÂ
Y/N became flustered at his questioning face, looking down at her shoes.
âWhen I heard your voice on my way to the library a month ago, my body acted on its own and started walking to the music room. When I was able to hear your voice more clearly and loudly, my sight was filled with red. It was a very vibrant and comforting red, one that didnât make my head hurt. One that I became very fond ofâŚâ
Jungkook looked at her, speechless. Y/N let out a shaky sigh.
âWhat Iâm saying is,â Y/N continued, âyour red is not a red of destruction. Itâs not a red of manipulation or evil. Itâs a red of fresh grown, sweet strawberries. Itâs a red of the crisp autumn leaves. Itâs the red of romantic roses. Itâs the red of passion. Itâs the red of a personâs blushing face. Itâs the red of someone thatâŚâ
Y/N looked at Jungkook, their eyes meeting each other.
ââŚhas fallen in love.â
Y/N smiled.
âIâm in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.â
All Jungkook could do was cover his face and blush.
iâve been reading too many shoujo mangas and i think thatâs what inspired me to write this (+ a book i read about a girl who had synesthesia, i canât remember the title since i read it a long time ago. she didnât have this specific type of it but a different kind). thank you for reading!! i know itâs not fluffy with physical touching and stuff but i wanted to do an innocent one shot.Â